I am on ordinary "camp diet," which means tea, biscuit, and bully-beef or stew.
The morsel of bully-beef that Bertram put in his mouth abode with him.
A tin of bully-beef and six biscuits, (p. 024) hard as rocks, were given to each man prior to departure.
Here, too, was a huge old man, who was also diving for pennies and tins of bully-beef.
One could—and did—live on bully-beef and biscuits for weeks at a time and take no harm, provided one could get water.
I took a tin of bully-beef with me, and so was prepared for any eventuality.
I felt quite comfortable after some bully-beef and bread, washed down with two or three cups of hot coffee.
Under such a scorching sun the eating of the bully-beef in the men's ration bags was unthinkable.
I started off in my old trench uniform and long habitant boots, carrying with me a supply of bully-beef, tinned milk and hardtack.
All our pals were willing to contribute, and they gave us bully-beef and biscuits from their scanty stores.